By Patricia Garci
Hotel Room
Lizard on the wall
You hide behind the curtain
But your feet still show
Hot Water
Thinking of calling
Room service, there is a knock
On the hotel door
Ancestors
Grandfather spirits
Walked arm in arm yesterday
On the temple grounds
Disarming
In another place
Someone is loading a gun
We sit here in peace
No Car Day
Please use the car less
Walking to work I saw a
Flock of green parrots
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By Patricia Garci
Hotel Room
Lizard on the wall
You hide behind the curtain
But your feet still show
Hot Water
Thinking of calling
Room service, there is a knock
On the hotel door
Ancestors
Grandfather spirits
Walked arm in arm yesterday
On the temple grounds
Disarming
In another place
Someone is loading a gun
We sit here in peace
No Car Day
Please use the car less
Walking to work I saw a
Flock of green parrots
